[HP] Noble

While sitting in the classroom, Professor Black knocked over his glass, and the wine in it spilled all over him.Professor Snape, who was sitting next to him, frowned in disgust, moved his plate away a bit, and slowly rolled up the button of his shirt that had splashed some wine - as if he was completely unaware of the farce he found underneath.

"Ah, Severus, how can they be together!" Sirius seemed to have been hit by a huge blow, and his whole body became listless, "I didn't notice this at all—I even thought it was Harry... ..."

Snape snorted, raised the corners of his lips mockingly, and hissed, "You've never been sensitive about this, stupid dog, why force yourself?"

"That's a cunning Malfoy!" Sirius said unconvinced, "Scorpius will obviously suffer with him!"

"Narcisa is married to Lucius, and she is doing well now." Head Slytherin calmly took his goblet, took a sip of the liquid in it, "Malfoy is human too, they don't Will take out your heart and swallow it in one bite while you're asleep in the middle of the night."

"Yes, yes, of course you speak for that old peacock, if you want me to say—"

Snape gently put down the cup in his hand.

Sirius shut up knowingly.

His black eyes swept across the students in his own academy, and he walked forward along the long table. Finally, Snape's gaze stayed on the six-year-old who was standing there in a daze. Grade Gryffindor, admiring for a while the Gryffindor-like loss of soul from the so-called "best courage", the deep black eyes rolled slightly, and in the direction of the former potions professor's seat, he could easily find his godson Just like a koala, the whole person is hanging on a boy who is obviously smaller than him.

Dean Slytherin's usually indifferent eyes flashed a trace of emotion quickly, and then disappeared into the silent black pupils at an even faster speed.

"He's still your nephew, stupid dog," Snape said slowly, "and Draco is obviously doing a lot better than you did when you were a student."

Sirius: "..."

Snape: "Ah, no..."

Sirius: "Yeah, old Bat, I'm glad you've finally found out that's not being fair to me—"

Snape: "There's no comparison at all."

Sirius: "..."

……

At this moment, even if you don't count Mr. Ron Weasley, who was directly attacked to pieces, Sirius is definitely not the only one who is suffering from severe pain-in any case, at least Professor Black is right. As a Malfoy , Draco could not be cunning.A series of actions in the auditorium not only discouraged those who were about to invite Scorpius, but also unexpectedly made those who had already admired Prince Slytherin even more desperate.

The situation of killing one thousand enemies and self-defeating eight hundred did not occur at all.

"—Of course I'm not yours."

The dinner was not over yet, and before dessert was served, Scorpius was rambling on to find fault with the senior Slytherin beside him, "As for the issue of ownership, even if you queue up from the auditorium to the gate of Hogwarts, you will Not on the list—Okay, stop looking at me like that, let's not dwell on this issue for now. Let's move on to the next question, seriously, Draco, how dare you say something like that in front of the whole school , even the professor is looking at us, are you... blushing?"

"Why, are you still shy? I can't see that you are so conservative." Draco replied calmly.

Dessert is here. Today's dessert is Black Forest Cake, a delicate and sweet cake with a fresh cherry on top.

Staring at the cake for a while, Scorpius resisted the urge to lift the table, and patiently emphasized: "It was in front of the teachers and students of the school, and tomorrow we will be on the headlines again."

"Oh, really? It's the first time that there's a headline on the Christmas page." Prince Slytherin poked a red cherry on top of the cake with a fork. "Are you shy? Why didn't I notice this when you were in my bed that day?"

Pansy on the opposite side squirted all the pumpkin juice back into his glass.

Daphne's fork screeched against the plate.

"..." Scorpius took two deep breaths, suppressed the collapse in his heart, and tried to warn himself that he was still a patient and could not fluctuate casually, "I also have a young heart, Draco, and when I think that tomorrow I may receive a message from myself The kind condolences from my family made my young heart even more surging—surging, literally, understand?"

"Understandable."

Scorpius looked around like a thief, then lowered his voice suddenly: "And we never did it on the bed."

Pansy: "...I hear you, Scorpius."

Scorpius immediately sat up straight: "You heard wrong."

Draco pondered for a moment: "If you want, try it next time."

"...Wait." Scorpius covered his chest, "That's not the point at all, is it?"

Draco put down his fork, raised his slender fingers, and casually pinched the earlobe of the chatterer.

Scorpius: "..."

"Ah, it's really quiet."

Retracting his hand in satisfaction, Prince Slytherin elegantly put the fresh cherry that had been played with for a long time into his mouth.

Before the dinner was completely over, Draco gave Scorpius an extremely important and concluding suggestion-"Let's be honest, it doesn't matter."

……

Scorpius decided that if anyone dared to praise Draco for being thoughtful and responsible in front of him in the future, he would laugh three times to show his contempt.

The next day, Christmas.Except for the fact that no one came to invite Scorpius to the ball, everything was normal.

It was terribly cold outside, and the younger children had gone to Hogsmeade, while the older ones had clearly lost their interest in the place, with most preferring to stay in the warm common room.Scorpius was exhausted physically and mentally after worrying and fearing for a morning, and he had been lying motionless on the sofa in the Slytherin common room since tea time, holding the book of fairy tales that had been shattered, Yawning and flipping through the pages, Pansy and Zabini sat across from him playing wizard chess, while Goyle and Crabbe sat on the rug, apparently, uh, eating.

When Scorpius covered his mouth and squinted his eyes again, Pansy raised his head and glanced at him: "Oh, don't, Scorpius, turn your face away next time you yawn, you made me sleepy too."

Zabini sneered and directed his horse to move: "Forgive him, he has been suffering from owl phobia all morning."

Facing the ridicule of the two, Scorpius calmly turned over a page of the book in his hand, and lightly dropped a sentence: "Day does not understand the darkness of night."

This time, even Goyle and Crabbe laughed.

Draco hadn't been seen at all since breakfast, and Scorpius had only had time to say two words to him today, the first being "Good morning" and the second being "Can I have bacon, Petit?" .

Well, bacon.

So looking at the overall situation, Scorpius felt that he had embarked on a road of no return.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Pansy stood up and announced that she was going to get ready for the evening dance. The boys seemed a little indifferent. They just needed to brush their hair a little and then change into their dress robes.

Scorpius maintained the posture that he had used all afternoon, leaning on the sofa, his eyes slipping out from the upper edge of the book from time to time, directly opposite him was the door of the Slytherin common room, so for a whole afternoon, Scorpius could almost make an unknown list of people who came and went.

At [-]:[-] in the afternoon, the heavy door was opened for the umpteenth time.

Scorpius' eyes accidentally slipped from the top of the book again.

This time, he saw platinum's head and a beautiful face that was frozen expressionless.

Scorpius put down his book, stood up, and turned back to his dormitory.

……

Three 10 minutes later.

Standing in front of the huge mirror, Scorpius slowly changed into the dark blue dress at the bottom of the box, turned sideways, and found that his hair was a little long, and the back end could not be pressed down on the collar of the shirt, and the whole The child was tilted up, and with his expressionless dead face reflected in the mirror, the overall look looked a bit stupid.

Mirror: [Duck ass, sir. 】

Scorpius: "..."

Mirror: [Don't worry, today is Christmas, even a duck's ass should be happy, want me to sing you an ode to joy? 】Scorpius: "Shut up."

Scorpius turned to leave the dormitory, convinced that someone could fix this nagging problem for him before the dance began.

And that person... uh, at this moment, he was lazily leaning on the stairs of the student dormitory.

From Scorpius' vantage point you could just see a slight frown and a little impatience on his face.

The prince of Slytherin seemed to prefer a black dress, a white shirt that was spotlessly clean and well-trimmed, and the tie was casually draped over his arms before it could be tied. Under the dress, black and white contrasted, and he was shockingly handsome.

"Yo, what about the punishment?"

Scorpius cleared his throat, speaking somewhat unnaturally.

The person under the stairs heard the sound and turned around.He raised his jaw slightly at an arrogant angle, his silver-gray eyes moved slightly, and critically looked around at the fourth-year Slytherin standing a few steps up the stairs, and commented: "It took you three to ten minutes for me to see Such a result?"

"I still have to create a holy light effect to be worthy of you, who are you?"

Scorpius muttered and walked down the steps, and stood firm on the last step—from this place, he could just look at Draco at eye level, grabbed the tie from the senior Slytherin, and hung it on the On his slender fair neck.

"Excuse me, lift your chin," Scorpius said.

The other cooperatively lifted his chin so that Scorpius could button the last three buttons of his shirt for him.

After buttoning the buttons, Scorpius picked up the side of the tie hanging around Draco's neck—"A double cross knot."

As usual, the command sentence pattern is flat and undulating.

"..." Scorpius twitched the corners of his lips, "It's quite a request."

"This is only suitable for formal occasions." Draco said, "In normal times, I prefer ten bytes."

Scorpius ignored him, lowered his head and fiddled with the tie in his hand.

After 1 minutes, you're done.

"not bad."

Praise from superiors.

Scorpius withdrew his hand, and subconsciously stroked the tip of his curled hair——

Draco noticed his movement, and the corners of his lips curled up irritatingly: "What's the matter with your duck ass?"

Scorpius squinted and smiled: "...a duck's butt is better than your peacock's butt poking around here."

"not at all."

Draco reached out and pulled Scorpius down from the stairs, bending his elbows slightly when they were both on their feet.

Scorpius struggled for a second, then hung himself up in a second.

"You have. The eyeballs of the first-year girl who passed by just now almost fell into your shirt, Your Highness."

"Ah."

"...Why are you sneering?"

"You can see much more than she can, and this is the special right I give you."

"SOWHAT?"

"There's no need to be jealous."

"..."